CHE KUN WAH vs. HYVON LORE Che Hyvon
Judge: Khaeos Drao-Kin
RP Limit: 5
Roleplaying Central - 'Trainer' Initiation
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A pirate would cross swords with other pirates with high ambition to capture gold. A Centurion would cross blades with a wild barbarian to capture land, but the future tells a different tale from the past. Illusions of a new kind were upon thee, for today would be the dawn of a new world. There'd be no dead promises, old school weaponry will evolve into bizarre magical forces to create a new genre of battle between the human and drian race.
In an unearthly set of bare topped woods resided our hero; his point of view lit kindly by the moon and stars. The heavy snowfall was soothing as Che lay spine down allowing the falling flakes to trickle down his soft, bald face. Browsing the surroundings of the Chinese War Hero, there is the remains of a now burnt-out stick fire and several cans of prawns. Supported by a nearby tree was his Dragon Slayer and his 'ammo' belt, leaving him only in possession of the Twin Dragons as he drifted away, hyped to attend the dreamworld before the sun casts it's warmth. The cozy, crunchy snow painted perfectly was the bedding for tonight, but there'd be no sleep. The rustling of branches, cracking away was reason to seeing hundreds of birds fly by, all screeching as they flapped their way onto the verge of the horizon. A sudden feel of pandemonium, followed by a bold gust of wind was enough for the lonely warrior to sense danger.
'怎么回事?'
Questions flooded the mind as the entire atmosphere became colder. The crunching snow was echoing as each 'noise' drew closer, the dark winds arose in unbearable speeds casting a spell of confusion upon Che, who darted through the shin-levelled snow to retrieve his ordnance in preparation of conflict. The distorted effects of movement was breaking him slowly, as he wrapped his hands around his ears as the sudden storm hits as if it was some mysterious magical possession. A sudden alter, from snow to blizzard forced Che to tense his entire body, as groans of pain emerged from his tightly enclosed lips. The sparkle of silver in the Dragon Slayer was nearby, giving our hero a destination, and a destination he needs to reach if he's to defend himself from the obvious upcoming chain of events. The snow rocks uncontrollably pounded his facial features, building gut rot deep within. Enduring the sting of the powerful snow, his feet left the compact white substance as he glided through the atmosphere tightly wrapping his blue, cold hands on the handle of the axe. The touch, as if some sort of sibling brought the weapon almost alive, as it violently powered up it's lightning shock ready for combat. The howls of far away wolves and the general whistling of the wind creates a saga of anxiety, as Che Kun Wah removes his long black robes, tossing them into a pile of soft snow. The ammo belt of knives is soon equipped around his bare chest, as he endures the pain of the cold hyped to slay whatever demonic figure is bound to approach. Hastily, he places the dark, dim yet so powerful axe into the belt, supported by his back as he scrapes the Twin Dragons from his thigh-level scabbards.
'您在哪里是?'
The Chinese cry of 'Where are you at!?' implies the worry beneath the skin as the effects behind the snowstorm continuously reaches higher levels of strength, almost enough to knock the muscular, broad body of Che to the deck. Standing his ground, physically unable to view hardly anything around him would surely prove to be troublesome, as it was horrific conditions to battle under. Perhaps an impossibility, but to open eyes and view the environment with the snow belting down would be an accomplishment of a lifetime. Che, with no other alternative choice has to put his head down, and endure the sky's falling rocks as they smash into ice over his bald, cold and numb head. With his two mini, one-handed axes gripped tightly within the palm of his also cold and numb hands, he awaited the presence of a figure of authority, someone with a menacing, intimidating approach. However, his wait wasn't that of a long one, as the wind in a ferocious gust send it darting the opposite way for no more than merely a split second, allowing Che to raise his eyes only to see a large figure, holding the Alaskan 'Bethalion", an unknown species of weaponry in Che's eyes. Unfortunately, the shadow of his hair blowing in the storm was the last thing he saw, as the snow traps his eyes in a world of bitterness... an epitome of the future outcome if our hero didn't use his surroundings and what ever else he could. Unable to see, having the storm blowing into his direction placed him at an unfair advantage, the way it sometimes has to go on the battlefield.
Che Kun Wah, who'd never been a talkative human of nature struggles to find a method of attack with the weather in the opposing dark shadow's favour. The ability to hear, see, smell, feel and speak was all in doubt after being in the sudden storm for so short as three minutes. Che engaged the mysterious man before him in a slow step-by-step technique, hoping to find a way out of this hoped to be dreamworld he was in, however, he was about to find it this was nothing beyond reality.
(OOC: Good luck, Adam. Hopefully this should be a decent battle)
Rain drops tapped against the window pains of a small house on the outskirts of a quiet Drian settlement. A lone figure sat motionless in a small empty room. His eyes were closed, but he was not asleep. The ability of foresight needed deep concentration, and even the slight noise of the rainfall within the otherwise silent atmosphere made it hard to stay focused. Slowly but surely though the tapping turned into more of a blurred sound that made it possible to be ignored, and the man in the room crept into a trance, and surrounded himself in the streams of consciousness.
The mans name was Hyvon Lore. He was a drian of high regard, and, although unknown to the people of his world, of great importance to the upper realms. At this moment in time he was searching the future for clues of a possible job, or of dangers that may have been coming his way. Lore worked for the gods, and so because of this he sometimes made powerful enemies without being aware of it. Simply because of jealousy or someone wanting to test their power usually.
As he slipped deeper and deeper into his trance, the darkness caused by having his eyes shut slowly dispersed, and instead was filled with the vision of a world that was very much new to him. Snow streamed down heavily, but fairly slowly from the nights sky above. Even though a lot of the snow got caught up in the branches of the tall trees that were dotted around everywhere, it was still thick. As Lore’s vision moved through the woods, he reached a clearing where there was a burnt out fire and a few cans of some strange food. Someone had obviously made camp here sometime recently, and the drian soon saw who.
Laying in the snow not far from the camp fire was an oriental-looking human male. He had a muscular build, and that combined with his bald head gave him a menacing look. However he still seemed like an ordinary human being. Then Lore noticed the weapons around him, and the powerful presence of the man became truly apparent. The two small axes that he had on him were of a very unique design to most ordinary axes, and if Lore hadn’t owned his own sword then he would’ve been highly impressed by them. The fact that the axes looked like they could be in some way related to his sword intrigued him though instead. He wished to know their origin, and more about the man who carried them.
At this point Hyvon would’ve usually tried to read the mans mind through the vision, but as the idea came to him, the mans eyes snapped open and the strangest thing happened: Lore was pushed out of his trance and the vision dissolved. If he’d been forced out of the trance then it meant it’d take a long time to get into his mind, and Lore wasn’t willing to wait that long. He wanted to know who this guy was now, he’d have to go to that world and find out.
As the drian opened his eyes though he was greeted by the presence of someone he’d came to recognize only too well. A fairly tall man with an air of pure superiority and power stood in front of him. He was dressed in a white tuxedo, his white beard was cut short tidily and his hair was combed over in a way that corresponded with his overall appearance well. He didn’t look too happy at all though.
“How can I help you, Zeanous?” Lore said at once, in an attempt to try and hide what he was intending to do, as Zeanous seemed to be against it. Lore knew that the very fact that the god was stood before him meant that he already knew what he intended to do though.
Zeanous sighed and then replied “I think you know the answer to that, Hyvon. Whenever I’ve asked you to go after anyone, it has been a being that has threatened the way of life of a world. The reason for this is because I only interfere with the way of the worlds if I really need to. Any other time I only use influences to try to change what I would prefer to change. If I were to change anything I wanted to change right out, then there would’ve been no reason to give any being the ability to think for themselves and choose their own path. Of course, I seem as though I’m contradicting myself here, but you are a sub-being of heaven. You do my biddings, and by choosing to go after a good man for your own personal gain you would be seeming to do it on behalf of heaven. You forget that if you killed this man, you would have to then meet him again at the trials. The last thing any of us need or want is hatred being formed against heaven. A rebellion against heaven could be crippling to the worlds. So can you see why I was concerned and had to come here?”
Hyvon waited and listened to everything his senior had to say courteously, but so far he hadn’t even decided what he was going to do about this new find, and so to start talk about such things happening was a bit hasty, and he reiterated his thoughts accordingly.
“I haven’t even decided what I’m doing myself yet” said Lore as he got to his feet. “and I’m certainly not going to go rushing straight into a battle with an enemy that holds such weaponry. I just want to know a bit more about him, and if it comes to battle, I only plan on testing him a little. I wont kill him.”
“If someone appeared from nowhere inquiring about your weaponry though, wouldn’t you be a little weary, and untrusting of the person. No doubt he will think you’re trying to steal them and attack you in an attempt to steal them. Then again though you haven’t been in a battle for a long time now, the worlds have been far too peaceful as of late, and you could do with some practice. As could the foreign warrior. Be warned though, if anything goes wrong you’ll be cast aside as a rogue entity, and become an enemy of heaven. It’d be the only way we could keep peoples faith in us.” The god replied.
Lore picked up his belt that held his sword and gun, strapped them around his waist, and agreed to the will of heaven before bidding farewell to Zeanous, and closing his eyes in order to diffuse his body for the transfer of its particles into the unknown world he was heading into.
The cold of this new world hit him at once. It was far colder than the part of his home world that he lived in, and fighting in such conditions would become difficult, especially with such thick snow around his feet too. Drians were strong minded though, and he tried to focus on the task in hand I order to forget the freezing conditions.
Even though the snow was thick, visibility still wasn’t too bad at the moment, and Hyvon wanted to get a little closer before we was seen. He used his telekinetic power to move the snow from around his feet into the air in front, and raised the speed of as much of the snow coming down as he could at the same time. This caused something of a small scale blizzard, which covered his path until he was pretty much on top of his opponent. As he approached where the man had been in his vision, he heard a cry, but was unable to make it out properly. He took his sword out of its sheath just in case, and the small amount of moonlight that made it through the trees shimmered off the swords surface as Lore brought it across his body and held it at his side. Slowly he crept further forward.
The man was in sight now, crouched with his head down to protect himself from the snow storm around him. Lore approached the man cautiously, and allowed the blizzard to subside to the gentle decent that it had took earlier. The battle would be much fairer this way, and far more worthwhile. Standing in front of this new enemy, his eyes ablaze with the adrenaline brought with the oncoming of a battle, the guide of the damned raised his sword as if to strike down onto his opponent, before twisting it in mid air and plunging it into the ground. As he did so, the deep snow around them was blasted to the side to make way for a battlefield.
“Those axes,” Lore said in with a sense of authority in his voice “where did you find them?”. He waited for a second and then said “I’ll take them from your corpse as a trophy of this battle”
Of course Hyvon Lore didn’t intend to really kill the Chinese warrior, but he had to make him fight somehow.
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